You'd think that after spending four nights straight with Aidan, I'd be somewhat sick of him. You'd think that I'd be wanting my own space, to do my own thing. You'd think I'd be glad to be rid of him.

Instead I'm sitting here pining more than ever. Missing him. It's as though I've grown accustomed to his presence, thus making his absence the more conspicuous. I listen to the Smashing Pumpkins, not only because I like to; also because I can almost hear Aidan singing along. In some small way it brings him closer.

Sigh. I have to go back to work tomorrow. I've almost forgotten how to do my job. It's going to be a busy two days. I have Friday off, and Monday of course. Then back to normality. I don't like normality.